I've been thinking a lot about when and how to post about the newest addition to my little family. You wouldn't think it would be very hard--take pictures, post pictures, say a few things about how cute he is, DONE! But I've had such a lot on my mind since his birth, every time I've sat down at the computer to do just that, it hasn't felt like enough to do justice to how much it all means.
I mean, I'm a wedding photographer by trade. I do almost any type of photography, but weddings are definitely my specialty. I'm drawn to romance. I savor every sweet moment shared between two newlyweds as I chronicle that day for them. But the wedding day--however iconic in a person's lifelong love story--is just one day. Its the life that happens after that is the most important.
As I rocked my baby to sleep last night I thought a lot about how hard it had been on me to bring him here. We'd tried for a second baby for quite a while with no luck, and when we did get pregnant, his due date landed right smack in the middle of my wedding season. It pretty much cut out my two most profitable months--last year they accounted for at least a third of my entire years profit. Last year I did eight weddings in the same time period where this year I did one (and that was only after a long consideration as to whether or not I would be up to it.) Besides the logistical nightmare of trying to figure out how to make that work, my body slowed down to a point I hadn't experienced with my first baby. Every ache and pain was enhanced, the fatigue became consuming. It was hard to imagine what it would be like when the pregnancy was over while I was in the middle of it.
And then I had him. And he was perfect. He was ours.
Another part of our family that we didn't even know we had been missing.
And it strikes me every time I look at him, and at his sweet big brother, that this is what it is all about. These two little boys...they are our legacy. They are our love story made real.
When we married six years ago, I never could have imagined this future. I have always dreamed big, so sometimes I get lost in the day to day comings and goings, the new crises, the stresses and challenges. The little things.
Jamison yesterday. Food coloring is not finger paint.
But it is perfect in its imperfection.
So here he is...
And I think...this is where our love has lead us. And it is beautiful.
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6 comments:
Your family is so beautiful. Congratulations!
Beautiful, your thoughts and words brought tears to my eyes, you said it perfectly. What a sweet little family. Congratulations.
Perfect. You said it perfectly! Love the photos. Cute family, and you look fabulous in the hospital!
I agree with Alisha. My first thought was, DANG, I did not look that good after delivering my last baby! Sweet post. Sweet baby. Can't wait to see him again!
And it is so sweet. I can't wait to meet this little guy in just over a week! He is beautiful. Those pictures with Jamison--it doesn't even look like him! I miss you guys so much and can't wait to see your little family. :)
I cried a little when I read this post. I had no idea you had such a rough pregnancy. Your story is amazing and really does talk about love, not just romance. I have thought a lot about how "I love You" is not just something you say, but a promise to the other person that you will always be there as life happens. You and your family exemplify this promise and love. Thank you for sharing!
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